Darling,

Where do I start?

I love you.

It’s that simple, but it's not.

Darkness,

It courses through my veins.

How can I ever love someone like you?

Death,

It's all around me.

I don't fear the Grim Reaper;

He doesn't fear me.

A kinship,

A cross which,

I've been forced to bear.

In exchange for my fragile mortality.

Sometimes,

The world in which we live,

Seems to be a place,

Which people like you and I,

Were never meant to go.

With blood and ink,

I asked you the undying words:

What fools these mortals be?

I urge you to sip my blood,

Love my freedom,

End this war,

Which I'm fighting,

In body and spirit,

for all eternity.

My soul,

Is a battleground

Full of darkness,

Misgivings,

With a bright,

Wonderful soul,

Which has been locked away,

So it doesn't shatter me again.

Venomous words

Sour my tongue.

The bitter pills,

I swallow,

Have forever bound me to you;

Bound me to my prison.

With blood for ink,

Ink for blood,

I silently offer you

that which you'll

Never have:

My heart,

which is as big

as the ocean,

Black as night.

You'll never know that,

For which, I can never speak.